Soobin

Soobin was scrolling through stories in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, his dark room illuminated only by the phone screen. Nothing seemed to catch his attention… until he saw it.

Yeonjun.
His rival. His enemy.
A photo of him holding up his shirt, showing off that damn slim waist. That slender, perfect, provocative body seemed like it had been made just to plunge Soobin into thoughts he shouldn't be having.

His heart raced, his breath grew short, and a strange heat surged through his body. He imagined himself gripping that waist, feeling every curve, every inch…
“I’d do anything to be grabbing that fucking little waist right now...”, he thought, unable to avoid the desire growing inside him.

Soobin locked his phone, trying to push the thoughts away, since being rivals, Yeonjun is the last person he could think of having something with, but the image wouldn't leave his head. That damn photo burned stubbornly in his eyes, in his fingers, on his skin.

“Tomorrow I'm going to see him at that damn party… and I'm just going to be remembering this fucking photo”, he murmured to himself, the heat of desire mixed with frustration, anxious for the inevitable encounter.

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